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“Hey, that name had great potential! I could have painted flames on the sides of my chair to match, and everything.”

“That definitely would have been pretty badass.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Um...”

“Because I get the impression that you’re mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you, Felicity.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“...okay, maybe I was teasing a little.”

“You don’t get to tease me, Oliver. I’m in a wheelchair now, and I will run you over with it if I see fit.”

“Duly noted. No more teasing.”

“Seriously, though? I wanna know how you came up with it. Overwatch. It has to have some kind of meaning behind it, right?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“So tell me what it is. I’d like to know.”

“Telling you would spoil the effect.”

“Nooo. Wrong answer, Mister. Try again.”

“Felicity, it’s a secret name for your secret identity. It doesn’t have to have a reason behind it.”

“Except you just told me that it did.”

“....I did, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

“Right.”

“Why don’t you wanna tell me?”

“I don’t not want to tell you.”

“That’s not answer.”

“Felicity-”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed? ‘Cause that’s adorable, if you are.”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Awww, you are so embarrassed! That’s cute.”

“Felicity.”

“Hey, you were the one who asked me to marry you. Now you’re stuck with me for life. No take-backs.”

“I don’t consider that a burden.”

“You will when I ask you how you came up with my codename every day for the next fifty years until we’re both old and grey unless you tell me right now.”

“You see us growing old together?”

“Don’t change the subject, Queen.”

“That’s going to be your last name, too, you know.”

“I know. I look forward to it.”

“Do you remember when you told me you didn’t like me going out into the field without backup?”

“Yeah. I remember being pretty firm on that. I still am, actually. I hate it when you go out alone. It makes me nervous.”

“I told you then that I didn’t need back-up because I already had you.”

“And?”

“That’s why I picked Overwatch.”

“Oh.”

“You protect us, Felicity. Not just me, but John, Laurel, and Thea, too. All of us. You keep us safe. You watch over us.”

“Oh, Oliver...”

“I couldn’t do what I do without you, Felicity. I can’t. That’s why we - why I - need you on the team. You’re too important. You and I, we’re a team of our own. You’re my partner. You’re the one who watches over me.”

“...Oliver, you can’t just say things like that, oh my God. Look at me, I’m crying now. You did this. You made me cry, because you’re so - you’re so -”

“Articulate?”

“Shut up, you know what I mean! You’re so perfect. Why are you so perfect?”

“I think we both know I’m not.”

“You’re perfect to me, Oliver Queen. I don’t care if you don’t think so yourself, because I’m telling you right now, you are the most perfect, most wonderful man I ever had the pleasure of being in the company of. Flaws and all. Tissue, please? Thank you.”